One last time.

Rude.

Haileys POV.

I wake up in the house I found last night. I collect all of my things and head outside stabbing anything that gets too close. I'm low on ammo so I need to make a trip. I hop into my truck. I start driving looking at our world and what it's become.

I drive past a group of people ignoring them knowing I can trust no one. I keep driving hoping to find a store.I see a see a sign that says "you are now entering Atlanta Georgia" I smile to myself and continue driving. I spot a gun shop and quickly go in.

As soon as I walk in I see multiple people there. Alive people. I sneak around to the ammo section and stuff my bags. I grab a few guns as well. I turn around to be faced with someone.

"Sorry" they smile then hit me with a shovel knocking me out.

Rachel's POV

I walk through the lonely and desolate streets on Atlanta, Georgia. all i see are parked cars that were left in the utter chaos. i carry a machete in my right hand and a backpack full of supplies on my back. i walk on the middle line on an overpass. the sun beats down on my back as i look for shelter or survivors i recently arrived in Atlanta after finding no one in my home town Blue Mountain, Alabama. i don't remember half of the journey.

i'm dehydrated and hungry. and before i know it; i collapse in the middle of the overpass.
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"she's awake." i voice says my head pounding and my body aching.

"thank god." another one chimes in. "i thought you were dead!"

i open my eyes slowly and groan at the aches in my body. i see two people standing over me. one is scrawny and tall with medium length brown hair and hazel eyes. he smiles warmly as he breaks eye contact to look at the woman also standing over me. she looks about early twenties with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. they look like they worked in the same field of work.

"where... where am i?" i manage to say. as i hold my head sitting up.

"a building... not sure which one but in downtown atlanta." he male says. "let me introduce myself, Dr. Spencer Reid from the Behaviour Analysis Unit in Los Angeles." he says shaking my free hand.

"and i'm Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, you can call me JJ." the other blonde woman introduces.

"fr-from Los Angeles?" i ask.

"yes... this world has gone to shit." JJ answers

Haileys POV

.I frown as I sit up and realize I'm tied up to a chair. I think about all my hidden knifes but can't feel any.

I lean over and something pokes my boob. "Ow!" I look and feel a knife. I smile and try to grab it. After many failed attempts I get it. I slowly cut the rope and stand up looking for a way out of this dark room.

There are two windows and a door. I notice the door is guarded and look to the windows. I'm on the forth floor. There's a pipe a few feet away and if I jump I could get down.

That's my best chance. I open the window and jump. I grab the pole and slide down.

I start running through the infested streets only to see my car driving towards me. A hoard has formed around me. The car lets drive right next to me. They open the door and I get in.

I ackwardly smile. "I'm rick. Who are you." I smile " not in the mood to trust someone who tied me up!"

The man driving snorts and the little Chinese man smiles. "Why thank you redneck and China man."

"That's Daryl and Glenn." Rick smiles.
"I'm Korean"

"whatever, can I leave? Well I mean your in my car so can you leave?"

"Rick laughs shaking he's head.

"Not yet sweetheart" he knocks me out with the butt of his gun. Rude.